CLUB TIMES
For Membersâ Eyes Only
Dorothy sure ainât in Texas anymore!
If Mission Creek isnât going to Hades in a handbasket, I donât know what is happening. âTis the season for losing your valuables! First Luke Callaghan abandons us, and now our scrumptious D.A., Spence Harrison, has disappeared! In addition, Nadine Delarue claims she lost her diamond solitaire, but something tells us that new pooch of hers might have needed some extra crunch in his dog food.
By the way, letâs see a show of hands for those who think Josie Carson (née Lavender) might be overdoing it with âeating for two.â Isnât there a limit to how much youâre supposed to gain during pregnancy? Whatever the case may be, Josie, that extra baby weight sure looks good on you!
Iâm pleased to announce that Dylan Bridges is the winner of our Yellow Rose Café Wednesday raffle.
Dylan is now the proud owner of the Lone Star Country Club quilt made by our very own âOver Eightyâ quilting circle. Dylan, ignore some of the irregular stitching patterns and remember that thereâs enough room under that quilt for you and that beautiful wife of yours. All raffle proceeds go to benefit the Mission Creek High School marching band and their tour of New York City.
And thatâs all she wrote for this issue, members. As always, make your best stop of the day right here at the Lone Star Country Club!
DIXIE BROWNING
is an award-winning painter and writer, mother and grandmother. Her father was a big-league baseball player, her grandfather a sea captain. In addition to nearly ninety-five contemporary romances, Dixie and her sister, Mary Williams, have written more than a dozen historical romances under the name Bronwyn Williams.
Among her romances, very few have been set in Texas. Even so, despite having lived in North Carolina her entire life, she was tempted by the offer to write one of the LONE STAR COUNTRY CLUB books. Long a fan of suspense, she was especially drawn to that particular aspect of the series. New tactics were required to deal with the many continuity elements. Some things, however, transcend location. If you agree that sheâs succeeded in rising to the challenge, perhaps you can reassure her through her Web site, www.dixiebrowning.com, or at: P.O. Box 1389, Buxton, NC 27920.
Welcome to the
Where Texas society reigns supremeâand appearances are everything.
The Texas mafia is on the warpathâ¦.
Spence Harrison: While en route to the state prison, this high-powered D.A. saw a little boy in harmâs way of a tornado. It wasnât a question whether heâd heroically risk his life to save the lad. But hitting his head and suffering amnesia wasnât part of the plan. Neither was seducing the boyâs soft-spoken mom, whose tender ministrations penetrated Spenceâs guarded heartâ¦.
Ellen Wagner: This struggling farmer didnât know what to make of the wounded stranger who made her pulse race out of control. But when menacing men came looking for her handsome housemate, she instinctively knew she had to protect him. Will their newfound love be darkened by the Texas underworld?
Mayhem in Mission Creek: During a power struggle between two formidable mobsters, a shocking suspicion comes to light about a presumed-dead heiress. Now the truth sets off a dangerous chain of eventsâ¦.
To my editor, Margaret Marbury, the woman behind the entire LONE STAR COUNTRY CLUB series.
Margaret, Iâm in awe of your talent.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Spence Harrison scanned the dial in search of a weather update while he drove, half his attention on the highway, half on the sky. He had enough on his mind without heading into a patch of nasty weather. In this section of South Texas, scattered showers might mean anything from a few tepid drops to baseball-size hail. Yesterdayâs prediction of scattered showers had produced a deluge.
Luckily, traffic was light on the secondary highway. All he had to do was watch out for slow-moving tractors and a speeding ticket, as his foot tended to be heavier on the accelerator when he was under tension. For a district attorney on his way to the state prison to take an on-site depositionâone he didnât trust anyone else to takeâa speeding ticket would be embarrassing, to say the least.
Reaching up, he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his collar. Damn, it was getting hot! He turned the air conditioner up another notch. Cutting back to a moderate sixty-five miles an hour, he tried to concentrate on the task ahead. The trouble came in trying to narrow his focus.
The last call heâd taken before leaving his office had had nothing to do with the murder trial he was preparing to prosecute, or even the information he was hoping to uncover from this particular witness. Instead it concerned Luke Callaghan, a good friend, Virginia Military Institute classmate and old marine corps buddy who had dropped off the radar screen after arriving in Central America. It had been more than a week since heâd reported in.